Monday, July 2, 2012

‘O say can you see?’

Photo by Smithsonian Institution

We Americans are deeply attached to our star spangled flag.
We fly it over homes, cemeteries, places of business, stadiums, airports,
racetracks, battleships, everywhere. Here and all over the world where American
people have lived and died, you’ll see the stars and stripes. It’s our unique
signature.

We’ve planted it on Iwo Jima, the North Pole, Mount Everest,
even the moon. Our flag is everywhere. We wear caps, pins, tee shirts, we
tattoo it on our bodies, we paint it on our face, we decorate cakes with its
image and wrap murals on our 18-wheelers.

I myself, have got a real deep thing about my flag … have
had ever since I was about 12.

Early this morning, I was looking out my window at the American
flag that we hung off the eave of my front porch for the Fourth of July. It was
barely daylight and the first rays of the sun were just about to hit my house.

The flag, which had been still in the semi-darkness,
suddenly fluttered in the breeze.

It instantly took me back to something that happened when I
was in the sixth grade and my teacher told us a story that simply smacked me upside
the head. I’ve never looked at the American flag – or heard the national anthem
– in the same way.

Previous to her story, I was like a lot of kids. I didn’t
know much about our flag except that it had a star for every state. I knew how
to hold my hand over my heart and recite the pledge. We did it in school every
day. But it was pretty much just words, no more than a dry recitation. I knew
every word to the national anthem but the meaning of those words was pretty
much lost on a kid.

Fortunately for me, my sixth-grade teacher’s style of
teaching included being a superb storyteller.

She told us about this guy who was a lawyer who lived during
the War of 1812 when our country went head on against the British. The war
wasn’t going well and Washington was in shambles. The lawyer was supposed
negotiate for the release of a prisoner so he boarded a British ship in
Baltimore harbor. While aboard this ship, he overheard the Brits planning to
attack the city of Baltimore the next day. He ended up in the middle of a major
battle, one that turned out to be key to winning the war.

The city was being defended by the garrison at Fort McHenry.
Because the lawyer had heard the battle plans, the British took him prisoner
until after the battle was over.

When my teacher described the how fierce the battle was, us kids
were getting pretty interested. She talked about the rockets pounding Fort
McHenry all day and night. Historians say the British naval fleet unleashed
more than 100 tons of shells, bombs and rockets on the fort – one every minute.
My teacher described the lawyer, stuck on the British ship, not knowing if the city
would fall or not. She described him, pacing, anxious, his eyes peeled on the
dark shoreline. By that time, Mrs. Patrick had the full attention of the class.

She was passionate when she explained to us that this was a
little known battle, but nonetheless, it came down to our scrappy little Navy fighting
off on the war ships of the British Empire.

Through the dark and the smoke and bombshells, the lawyer
could hear but couldn’t see much. He couldn’t know if the city or ultimately,
the nation, was safe.

Then, in the early morning light, there it was – a giant red,
white and blue flag flying high over the fort. The commander of the garrison
had ordered it hoisted so everyone would know they had held off the invaders.

That lawyer was Francis Scott Key and he wrote some emotional
verses about that battle on the back of a letter he was writing. It was later put to music and of course, has become our
national anthem.

I remember that story and how my teacher told it, as if it
were yesterday and every kid in my class had a lump in their throat at the end.
To us, suddenly, the words to that “Star Spangled Banner” all made sense.

I never hear that song without experiencing that same
feeling.

And the flag that flew that morning over Fort McHenry? We
STILL have it. The commander of the post kept it for years and passed it on
down to his family members. It is now in possession of the Smithsonian in
Washington, DC. It’s one of our most sacred national treasures.

It hung in the entry hall in the Smithsonian until 1999.
It’s now been repaired and preserved and currently the proud focal point of a
brand new exhibit. How fitting is that for the bicentennial anniversary of the
War of 1812?

I wish Francis Scott Key could know that 200 years after he
scribbled down those verses, we still have that old flag. And that yes, the star
spangled banner does still wave … well, you know the rest of the words.

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